…I kneel before the Father from whom every family on heaven and on earth is named. I pray that He may grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with power in the inner man through His Spirit, and that the Messiah may dwell in your hearts through faith. I pray that you, being rooted and firmly established in love, may be able to comprehend with all of the saints what is the length and width, height and depth of God’s love, and to know the Messiah’s love that surpasses knowledge, so you may be filled with all the fullness of God. Now to Him who is able to do above and beyond all that we ask or think according to the power that works in us – to Him be glory in the church, and in Christ Jesus through all generations, forever and ever. Amen. Ephesians 3:14-21
Praise
Lord, this prayer must have been a sweet aroma filling the heavens. I imagine Your sons and angels, dancing and singing around this prayer, adorning it with strands of light, arraying it with stardust wings to float and soar through the heavens, showering You with adoration in every heavenly language. That’s what I imagine. I imagine Michael, the archangel, clad in armor with a flaming sword raised high, shouting Your praises which are echoed by Your vast armies who delight in battling the forces of evil in Your name. That’s what I imagine. All of heaven thunders Your praise so that the very foundations of heaven are shaken. And then… silence. Every creature is prostrate, lifting silent words of exultation before You, but they cannot be silenced long. Hymns of praise rise in perfect harmony, their lyrics so beautiful that the heavenly hosts cry with joy. That’s what I imagine. But what thrills my anemic imagination the most is that I know that it will never adequately capture the glory of heaven, the glory of You. I will just have to wait and experience it for myself some day.
Prayer for me
Lord, I think about You a lot. I dwell and meditate on Your word which feeds my comprehension and my imagination. But as long as I am confined in my skin, I will never know the full dimensions of Your love. But lately, I have grown restless with my limited knowledge. So, my prayer for me is this: loosen the cables that restrict my mind and my heart so that my spirit may be strengthened, and I may better comprehend Your fullness.
Thank You
Thank You, God, for my imagination. I have always known it is a gift from You. The ability to create scenes in my mind about You, about Your creation, about heaven brings me immense joy. It’s both mind-bending and fun to think beyond what I see every day. The other day I imagined a cloud filled with rain, a rain that heals anyone it touches. Those standing under that cloud do not use an umbrella. They just tip their faces to the cloud and waited for the rain to fall. Healing rain makes me smile. Thank You.
More praise
Lord, You are able to do above and beyond all that I ask or imagine, and I can imagine quite a bit! You are the giver of abundant life – life founded on love, filled with peace, overflowing with joy. What a blessing to have You within me. What a humbling, staggering blessing.
